06/05/2026
Y'all... This isn’t how Alaska was supposed to be. 😭
We came here tired.
We came here after years of building a farm life, working from sunup to sundown, sacrificing, carrying more than most people ever saw, and finally letting go of the farm and the life we had once built. Watching animals you love - leave - is a hurt many will never understand.
We came here to breathe.
To heal.
To grieve.
To find peace in a place we believed God had led us to.
We did not come here looking for a fight.
We came here trusting.
Maybe that is the part that hurts the most.
We depended on a piece of paper.
A disclosure.
A listing.
Words written down.
Representations made.
Statements we believed were true.
And maybe we trusted more than we should have because the words “church elders” were thrown around.
Because when someone is presented as a believer, as an elder, as someone who walks with Christ, you want to believe their word carries weight.
You want to believe honesty lives there.
You want to believe truth matters there.
You want to believe that if something was wrong, they would say so.
So we trusted.
And now, because of what that blind trust has done to our family, we do not know if we will ever be able to blindly trust another Christian again.
God sees that too.
He sees what that kind of misplaced trust has cost us.
He sees the damage done not just to a home, but to hearts.
He sees the wound left behind when people use the name of Christ, but fail to walk in truth.
We packed up our life.
We left behind the farm we had built.
We came across the country to Alaska believing we were walking into a home, a new beginning, and a season of healing.
But for the last "six months", instead of healing, I have spent my time talking to attorneys, reading case law, preparing legal paperwork, organizing evidence, and trying to understand how people could omit the truth and leave another family to carry the consequences, how could they do that?
Mr. Hayes spends his days fixing things that should have never been hidden from us in the first place.
But even the repairs do not feel normal anymore.
Every fix becomes another photo.
Every discovery becomes another note.
Every receipt gets saved.
Every repair gets placed into a legal folder for court.
Imagine how heavy that feels.
Imagine moving somewhere to heal, only to spend your days creating an "evidence journal" of your own heartbreak.
Imagine crying because something is broken - and then crying harder because you realize it did not just “happen.”
It was already broken.
And someone knew enough to stay silent.
That kind of pain is hard to explain.
Because omitting the truth does not just cost money.
It costs peace.
It costs sleep.
It costs trust.
It causes tears at the kitchen table.
It causes husbands and wives to sit in silence, exhausted, asking how much more can they carry.
We should be exploring Alaska.
We should be fishing.
We should be laughing again.
We should be building memories.
We should be settling into the dream we worked so hard for.
We've been robbed of our 'should haves'.
Instead, we are documenting damage, saving receipts, uncovering hidden problems, talking with attorneys, and preparing for a legal battle we never wanted.
And against ALL legal advice, we reached out to the sellers, in peace. For the attorneys are ready to file.
We begged for accountability.
We begged for honesty.
We begged for this to be resolved as brothers and sisters in Christ.
Because that's what is asked of believers.
And still, we received nothing. ONLY Silence...
No accountability.
No correction.
No repentance.
No attempt to make right what was wrong.
That silence speaks louder than words ever could.
The hurt caused here goes far beyond any financial gain we believe was received dishonestly.
Because this was not just about property.
It was our peace.
Our healing.
Our future.
Our family.
Our trust.
They did not just leave us with problems.
They left us with pain we never should have had to carry.
And the hardest part is knowing this came from people who publicly speak of Christ, people known as elders, people from whom you would expect truth, not omission; honesty, not concealment; righteousness, not silence.
It makes you wonder how closely some people truly walk with Christ when accountability is no longer just a word spoken in church, but something asked of them in real life.
We are tired.
We are hurt.
We are heartbroken.
But we are not broken.
Because God sees.
He sees the paper we trusted.
He sees the words that were written.
He sees what was omitted.
He sees the tears.
He sees the burden placed on our backs.
He sees the truth hidden in the dark.
And one day, what was hidden will be brought into the light.
We did not come to Alaska looking for a fight.
But if truth and accountability are the road we now have to walk, then we will walk it.
With evidence.
With tears.
With faith.
And with God watching every step.
And now, with truth in our hands and Christ on our side, we go into battle.
